When death takes my hand
and promises to find you in every lifetime,
I shall not tremble.
With my other hand,
I will reach for you.
For even in endings,
my love does not loosen its grip.
Let worlds collapse,
let time forget our names—
I will recognize your soul
the way the moon knows the tide.
If death must walk beside me,
let it bear witness:
that love, once chosen,
is not bound to breath alone.
I will carry you across lifetimes,
not as memory,
but as destiny reborn.
—faye
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 5:20 AM UTC
When death takes my hand
and promises to find you in every lifetime,
I shall not tremble.
With my other hand,
I will reach for you.
For even in endings,
my love does not loosen its grip.
Let worlds collapse,
let time forget our names—
I will recognize your soul
the way the moon knows the tide.
If death must walk beside me,
let it bear witness:
that love, once chosen,
is not bound to breath alone.
I will carry you across lifetimes,
not as memory,
but as destiny reborn.
—faye
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